Empty interval_The Pure Light Possession - Baku Autu_Sunset stake-out_Unconditionally
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Empty interval
I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, and I was glad she finally showed up again. It didn't seem to bother her that I was a little late. She gave me the impression of not being fully present, as if her mind was floating somewhere far outside the window she was staring through. -"I missed you for a few weeks." I started by way of greeting. She was wrapping a lock of her hair around a finger. She reminded me of a little girl. -"My father did summon me." she answered dryly. -"Summoned?" I asked surprised. She shrugged indifferently. -"What was the ground for this - uh, invitation?" I informed. She d...
The Pure Light Possession - Baku Autu
Content warning- a fictionalization of legitimate religious beliefs to create a unique Samhain experience. I apologize to all Haitians and the entire Vodou/Voodoo/Hoodoo community for my many inaccuracies. No kittens were harmed in the production of this story."Leave me alone. I know you are following me." Shadows wrapped in shadows shifted subtly. "Witches got to die. I read it in a book."The darkness around Emmanuel Jean-Baptiste moved gracefully and stealthily. Shadows in darkness could not exist without a hint of light. Moldy curtains and dusty cobwebs let in just a trickle of the full moo...
Sunset stake-out
The evening sun lit up half of the window, the red curtains steadily turning into an orange-red melange for anyone inside. It’s room would heat up for about half an our or so before the sun would set, at which point the central heating would pop on to keep the chamber as warm as it’s colours. A nice cosy autumn evening, moments away from the golden hour, at which anyone inside would have a perfect view over twww.onedoor.cche rest of the city slowly being soaked into the blue night. It sure would beat sitting in the car with the engine turned off half freezing to death. A hunched up man said, tucking himsel...
Unconditionally
“Howard! This is not why we called Parker here tonight!” My mother growled at my father. He tapped his foot and pursed his lips, as if he was holding back from barking another awful comment at me.It had taken her ten whole minutes to stop him from harassing me, once again. Ten whole minutes to break that unbearable awkward silence that crammed the cold and creaky room. I wasn’t even sure why I’d come back to this hateful house.I haven’t seen or talked to either of them in the past five years, so I was quite puzzled when my mother called me last night and asked that I come for dinner. I only ag...